Chapter 325: Flow ⑶

Chapter 325: Flow (3)

The elders of Libra want the death penalty.

Of course, I do not.

But saying 'I do not want it' directly would make things awkward.

I did tell the prosecutor in charge of Theia Esil, Instead of the death penalty, disgrace/ but the elders would not be persuaded by similar words.

Therefore...

“I will kill her.”

I spoke with force against force.

To those who want to kill Theia, I proposed an even more extreme measure. Acting like someone crazier than a Libra elder, Excessively* loyal.

If I agree with their opinion but push the extreme...

“...”

“...”

“...”

Thus, the elders remain silent. Their faces show considerable confusion. They agree with the outcome of 'death: but they are scared of the method.

“... Ki IL? Inside the prison, you say?”

Anakta asked.

“Yes. Theia Esil is a person who must not be forgiven, having tarnished the reputation and trust of Lord Derek. Thus, as Libra, we must send a warning across this continent.”

The elders remained silent.

I feigned madness with false sincerity.

“What will happen if you mess with Libra. What kind of end will you meet?”

There were thirteen elders present at the meeting. I Looked each of them in the eye, almost glaring.

One by one, the elders averted their gaze.

“The plan is perfect. From the initial draft to the follow-up.”

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“D0 not worry, Elder Anakta. It will appear to be a suicide.”

Anakta stroked his chin with his palm.

I continued dryly.

“There is no point in a death sentence. It would just means that the council has punished her.”

I faintly adjusted my expression. I wore the face of a villain.

This is not a contrived appearance from movies or dramas. It is a mimicry of the endless evil I have encountered firsthand, rolling in the gutters of life.

“Theia Esil must be killed by us.”

“...Well, wait. Just wait. Lets see, shall we?”

It was Belanta who spoke.

The elder who call Derek 'baby' was now calming me down.

“I understand your Loyalty. But this decision is too hasty.”

BeLanta forced a smile.

“...”

I silently sank back into my chair. Belanta looked at me with a soothing gaze.

“Don't worry too much. We are all as angry as you.”

“...Yes. I will fully follow the elders1 opinions. However, this is what I think.”

“Then... shall we conclude the meeting for now?”

Belanta exchanged glances with the other elders. Anakta, responding to her cue, stood up.

“Let's end today's meeting here and resume later.”

We all rose from our seats.

The council meeting was abruptly adjourned, but they would likely hold a second meeting among themselves.

“Elder Anakta.”

I caught Anakta as he was about to Leave.

“...Hmm. What is it now?”

He Looked distinctly displeased.

Well, an overly aggressive attitude can indeed be off-putting to a conservative elder.

Thats why I came prepared with a tailored gift.

“I heard you enjoy golf, Elder. Its nothing much, but...”

I pulled out an invitation from my pocket, embossed in gold embellishments. It clearly looked premium.

Anakta furrowed his brow.

“...A golf membership?”

“Yes.”

He seemed to scoff at the idea.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, he said, 'As young as you are, you're still clumsy. I already own memberships at all the renowned golf courses. What do you take my social standing and prestige for?'

Thats understandable. Anakta is one of the most influential elders in Libra.

But.

“lts Emilio Golden garden .”

“...What?”

His complexion changed instantly.

Emilio Goldengarden.

Called the finest golf course on earth, it's actually a 'magical space.'

Regardless of the price of membership, the number of members is limited, and spots only open up every few years, making it difficult even for a Libra elder to gain entry. Even direct descendants like Zia, the youngest, might not be accepted.

How did I come into possession of such a coveted invitation?

I received it as a brokerage fee.

Yerain, the scion of that distinguished family who survived thanks to my prophecy, kept giving me gifts.

Since the invitation isn't numbered, there would be no issue if someone other than me used it.

“Is this a bribe?”

He asked sternly.

I replied with a smile.

“Elder Anakta, isn't your birthday in three days? I'll be busy then, so I'm giving this to you in advance. I originally wanted to give you an invitation to [Castology], but I couldn't get one, so this is the next best thing.”

“H0. Casto Logy, you mean the famous astrological mage... Well, it's actually better this way. I prefer this membership... No—wait! I can't accept this.”

—Don't react too strongly.

“How can I not react strongly, Miss. Riley?”

This stuffed doll was Riley's communication device.

After achieving a monumental feat, she had returned to Vancheon and was promoted to one of the key Leadership positions. Therefore, she had to be extremely cautious about exposing her whereabouts.

“Can't we strike first? I'll kill that bastard and go to prison.”

Aren could no longer contain his anger. The press were relentlessly tearing down his mentor with their filthy, dirty slander.

—Shion Ascal is a skilled man. It would be difficult for you alone.

“lf not, we'll go together!”

—And then what?

“...”

Suddenly, Aren was at a Loss for words.

—Suppose you, her disciple, kill Shion Ascal. Then what remains?

“...”

—She won't be able to come out, and all of you will end up dead... Sigh.

The stuffed doll let out a sad sigh.

—Aren. Don't be mistaken. You are not Vancheon. Just like Theia isn't.

“...Then what are we supposed to do?”

Aren collapsed against a tree as if Leaning on it for support.

“I can't Live like this.”

Aren had no family. He had been an orphan since birth.

If Theia Esil hadn't recognized his talent, hadn't offered herself as his mentor, he would have likely died starving on the streets.

But now, at the most difficult time, when his mentor was starving to death, how could he do nothing?

“...lt doesn't make sense.”

—Wait. There will be a way. I'll try my best too. So that she... won't die.

The stuffed doll asked for patience, but Aren pressed his hands against his eyes.

“Shit...”

As a disciple, he wept quietly, worried about his mentor.

Bellaros Prison.

Theia Esil was in a solitary cell. The lunchbox was washed clean and placed on the table, but she hadn't eaten it. The guards had.

They had asked for it if she was going to throw it away, and even marveled as they ate.

“.......”

Theia looked up at the TV. She was unusually allowed to watch TV, but it was no privilege.

The only program available was the news.

[Breaking news. As Theia Esil's past criminal activities are increasingly uncovered, many testimonies about her unusual personality are emerging...]

It was a tactic to break her mentally.

“Visitor.”

Suddenly, a guard approached and knocked on the bars.

Theia shook her head.

“I refuse.”

She knew who the visitor was. It had to be that bastard.

“Ah... Professor.”

The guard let out a faint sigh.

“...You can't refuse. You know that. Just do as you're told for now.”

“...”

Theia glared at the guard, but he was not at fault.

In fact, he was one of the Lower-ranked ones trying to make her stay as comfortable as possible.

Reluctantly, she left her solitary cell.

As she trudged to the visiting room, the person she saw was, as expected, Shion AscaL He was there with a lunchbox again today.

“You've arrived.”

He greeted her with a polite tone. Theia silently sat down on the chair.

“...You're wasting away. Didn't you eat your Lunchbox?”

His voice feigned concern, which was revolting.

“...Don't you have anything to say?”

“...”

“Don't you?”

Theia remained silent. Shion Ascal also scratched his cheek and kept his mouth shut.

“...”

“...”

Without much conversation, time passed between them.

Tick— Tock-

Tick— Tock—

Theia glanced sideways at the ticking clock.

She was allowed 15 minutes of visitation.

5 minutes remained.

“...l'm curious.”

Suddenly, Shion broke the silence. He stared at Theia and asked.

“Why don't you file a complaint?”

That question momentarily shook Theia's composure. It was a strange sensation wrapped around the word 'complaint:

“Holy Knight Athan.”

Shion Ascal spoke the name of her mentor.

“Your mentor.”

Theia's handcuffs twitched. The instinct to silence him surged, but her body was bound in chains.

“That person. Isn*t he a monster?”